12
1 JUNE
V BY GEORGE
\ RANDOLPH /
\ CHESTER /
\ AND /
\LILLIAN /
\CHESTW
CtwiVM, MR, V PabHcaflMi
By apocral arrangement for tlrlfc
jwper a photo-drama corresponding
to the installments of "Runaway
Jooe" nay tow Ik seen at the lead<-
4a< nMrvfcng picture theaters. By
ianranfrmeiit made -with the Itntaai
Fiku CoqwritiM It is -sot oaly
cibk to read "Runaway June" each
"weak, bat also afterward to-see roov
i*g pictures tthiatratiig oar story
SECOND EPISODE
la Pttrsiit of tta Ruaawav Bride
CHAPTER k
UrJBB ruaiaway wiw> led Um
1 chase, weaned to lie lucky, for
I tb* traffic opened before her
I I lite magic and closed behind
her Kbe a wall. As she turned into
Oatral paifc it Fifty-ninth street, safe
*rae» iaaxaediate ptirsaiJ, the black
Va»dytoed bug's car was In a snarl at
Fifth-sixth.. As he came out of that
rocket he leaned forward, after a look
ahead, and s?»oke crisply to his driver.
They stopped at the Plaza hotel, and
the man, hurrying up the steps, sud
denjy paused. With a smile he drew
from his pocket a tiny gold watch and
opened It. Inside the lid was the pic
ture of a beautiful young girl with a
handsome eollW. The black Vaadyked
man gaaed at the picture for a mo
ment in frowning meditation. It was
the runaway bride.
As he entered the hotel Ned's taxi,
with the fluttering white ribbons, pass
ed and turned into the park just as
June Warner turned out of it at Sev
enty-second street, heading for River
side drive.
At that hour Iris Blethering sat pour
ing her voluble sadness Into tho ears
of Bobbie in the Blethering home on
Riverside drive. She had been school
day chum and the bosom friend of
June Moore, but now there was no
June Moore, only a June Warner, and
June Warner might become a stranger.
"Itot," observed Bobbie. "How long
,".re tbey going to be gone?"
"Three weeks. It's an eternity, Bob
ble!"
"Hot." said Bobbie. "Why doesn't
somebody answer that doorbell?"
It had only just rung, and inimedl
nlely the hollow Blethering butler
came through. He did not return to
nnnounce any one, however. Instead
the caller rushed straight in and threw
herself into the arms of Iris.
"June!"
Bobbie Blethering stood by and watch
ed the tableau for a moment; then ho
went to the door and looked, out.
"Where's Ned?" he quite naturally
inquired.
The only answer was a sob.
".lunie," pleaded Iris, "where's
•Ned?"
"I—l—l left Ned!" June wailed. "I
Tan away!"
"Aw, I say!" protested Bobbie.
"Wbat did he do, dear?" This from
Oris.
"He—he gave me money!"
"He gave you money!" Iris repeated
jam
mm
Tha Biaok Vandyked Man.
this numbly after awhile. "Did you
*ay he gave y<m money ?"
"Yes." June straightened up as she
recognized the dlfllculty which lay be
fore her. Iris, while a warm and loyal
'frtond, was not exactly a thoughtful
ipemon nor a sensitive one and might
perhaps not understand the deep eth
|lcal significance of what had happened,
i ßobble didn't count.
"Just after the wedding breakfast
mother gave me a purse, and if I had
not left that on the library table at
home I might not have known my pre
dicament until it was too late. When
jNed and I were on the train, however,
Jl missed the purse. While I was tell-
Htng Ned about It he tipped the porter
"'Colonial Jack," Border
Pedestrian, Visits City
"Colonial Jack," who has walked
I more than 9,000 miles around the en
tire border of the United States', and
visited 1.200 towns, was in liarrisbuvg
| late yesterday.
Cards, which he carries in a wbcel
j.Jharrow, have been the means of three
SATURDAY EVENING,' '
a dollar la hta nice, cheery way; then
he turned around and gnT« me |3o ip
Just the same way! Doot you see?"
And she shuddered with the recollec
tion of her humiliation. "Then I had
a dream." went on June, with more
vigor, bound now to make them un
derstand. "t saw myself being paid
for being a wife, as mummy pays the
servants and Ned pays his stenogra
pher. I saw Ned giving we money as
he given it to beggars! I saw myself
always holding out my hand for chari
ty!" And she was a most pathetic lit
tle figure as she upturned her palm.
"I couldn't stand it. So I threw down
the S3O and slipped off the train and
came back."
"But you had no money!" said iris.
"I got on the train anyhow and sold
my watch to a funny old lady." June
explained. She paused to remember
something—the black Vandyked man
who now had her watch. He had
bought it from the old lady on tho
train, so that June could some day re
deem it. That was very nice of hiin.
i¥h9lH
He Caught Up the Portrait and Press
ed It to His Lip«.
She bad his card and was reaching for
it when she noticed that Iris had gone
to the telephone.
"You mustn't telephone anybody!"
the runaway bride insisted. "You
would be betraying my confidence."
"But what do you intend to do?"
"What about Ned?" Bobbie snddenlj
blurted, the thought of young Warner,
alone on the train with the honeymoon
luggage, flashing on his mind.
"Ned's a darling!" And June's lip
quivered. "He's an angel! But I can
not be a burden to be carried on Ned's
back. I shall stay away from Ned un
til I achieve my own independence.
Then we can walk together hand in
hand—in mutual self respect and ac
cepting from each other nothing but
love!
"It is for his happiness as well as
for mine," June insisted firmly. "Th«
world will not be happy until women
walk iu strict equality with men, Iris,
dear." She saw by the face of liet
friend that cold logic was wasted. Th«
two girls walked upstairs, and Iris ush
ered her still bosom friend into a cozy
little guest room.
Meanwhile Ned Warner began to in
familiar with the bronze panther oil
the overhanging rock in the park and,
casting back in his memory, reflected
that he must have passed it about five
times.
But why had June married him't
Why had she walked down the aisle of
the Brynport chapel with him that
morning? Perhaps the black Vandyk
ed man was married, and marriage
was the only road to June's freedom.
He could stand tills train of thoughts
no longer. He whirled up Riverside
drive, past the very house where June
was then talking to Iris and turned
his key in the lock of the place which
was to have been home. Home! And
this was his return! Here were all
the furnishings which they had bought
together. Here had clustered all his
dreams of happiness.
It must be his task to find that man!
June was still June—and his June!
He caught up the portrait and pressed
It to his Hps and held it in his arms
and sank down by the bed sobbing.
At that, moment June and Iris were
sitting In the big walnut paneled li
brary, and Bobbie wandered in. When
lie saw the girls he started back.
"Don't go, Bobbie!" called Iris. She
walked straight up to him and held
out her hand. "Produce!"
"What's the price?" he asked.
"Oh, a hundred."
"How did you gueSs my roll?" in
quired the cheerful Bobbie, dragging
up a handful of bills with noncbalaui
ease, at which June smiled in spite of
her embarrassment. She had always
been amused at the matter of fact and
open way in which these two discuss
ed finances. Bobbie counted his mon
ey and held back a fragment of it.
"Here's your, hundred, and I'm sever
to the good."
families locating lost relatives, the ar
rest of a murderer, an embezzler and
other fugitives from justice. "Jack"
is really John Aurat Krohn. from New
buryport, Mass. lie has a wife and one
daughter, Beatrice, dependent upon
him. Ills only reason for walkinn
around the country Is to regain his
health. "Jack" was 42 years old yes
terday. lie has written an Interest
inn book of his travels and the man>'
persons he has met, and tells of the
"Oh!" gasped June as the slgnifi
rance of the tableau suddenly dawned
upon her. Why, they were almost In
the same position in which she had
icen herself when she was Ned's pite
ous Utile liexg.ii'.
"Thanks, Bobble." said Iris and turn
ed to June. "If you want mure, honey,
In your struggle for Independence,
come right back, and I'll make Bob
ble give it to us."
June shrank away. "Oh, I can't
possibly take it! I didn't know you
were going to ask Bobble!"
"Where else do I net it T" blurted
the bosom friend. "Bubble's the easi
est way."
"That's Just it," Juno pointed out.
"Can't you see what a beggar n de
pendent woman is? Don't you see
that If 1 can't accept a gift of money
from my husband 1 can't possibly let
you accept for me a gift of money
from your husband? Don't be angry.
Iris, please. I'm fighting for u princi
ple"
"Oh, Mr. Thomas Hot!" exploited
Bubble.
"That altitude In at the bottom of
the whole thing. Bobble," argued June,
with spirit. "Because the man has
supported tho woman for ages he ban
made himself tho master. That de
stroys the woman's self respect, and
love dies."
"She's a fine kid," said Bobbie hearti
ly, "but if she's golug to draw the line
on money which lias been banded
from a man to a woman she'll have
to get it fresh from the mint."
"What will you do. June'/" fretted
Iris.
"If I only had that puree mummy
gave me," mused June.
"She got that from your father,"
Bobbie was unkind enough to remind
her.
"Oh, that was daddy's money," she
brightly replied, no trace of concern ou
her brow, "and it's the last I can take
from them now that I'm married. Iris,
couldn't you go out to the house and
say you'll send It to me?"
"Just the thing!" Iris was bubbling
immediately with enthusiasm. "We'll
go right out now. Bobbie, call the car."
"Tou mustn't let them know I'm
here," warned June. "You mustn't let
any one know!"
Within five minutes iris and Bobbie
in the swift little runabout: were head
ed for Brynport. In the library June
had found a picture of Ned among
some other Intimnte photographs, and
it was with constant reference to this
and amid constant talking to it and
constant caressing of It that she penned
her important message:
My Poor. Dear Boy—l cannot explain in a.
letter what happened today. When I am
free. Gear Ned. I will make you under
stand and torsive. Tou must not try to
find your unhappy bride, Jt'NE.
CHAPTER 11.
DEBBY <ame around the
I A I corner °' the Moore house in
|f\| all her glory—stiff lavender
I I dress with the red posies on it,
yellow hat with the green feather, tan
shoes and blue stockings.
"Howdy, Aunt Debby!" Bobbie Bleth
ering, with bis chattel beside him.
swung up the drive in bis fast little
runabout.
June's parents came to the door,
John J. Moore in the blue and tan
smoking jacket which be had refused
to wear until tenderness at June's ap
proaching departure had brought him
to it, and Charlotte Moore in the gray
silk dress embroidered by June's own
hands.
"Come right in," heartily invited Fa
ther Moore, and Mother Moore, with
soft eyes, shook Bobbie by one band
and Iris by both.
"Wo have only a minute to stay,"
began Iris, starting to talk as they
went into the library. "I beard from
June," Iris rattled on. Father Moore,
in the parlor, came straight over.
"She missed her purse," glibly went
on Iris, while Bobbie eyed her with ad
miration. "She's afraid she lost it.
Did she leave it here?"
"Right on that table." And Mrs.
Moore's eyes sparkled. She took it
from a drawer in a desk.
"That girl always was careless about
money," laughed Mr. Moore as if it
were a virtue.
Bobbie glanced at Iris. She was as
serene as a plate of ice cream.
"I'll send it to her," offered Iris, and
Mrs. Moore smilingly put it in her
band.
"Why didn't June wire us?" puzzled
father, his fists bulging in the pockets
of his gay smoking jacket.
"Yes, why didn't she?" Mother's
voice was full of anxiety, but as she
saw the unruffled expression of Iris
Blethering's face she began to bridle.
If Junie could wire her friend, why
couldn't she wire her mother?
"You have such slow delivery out
here," promptly explained Iris.
"Just what did she say?"
Iris cast her eyes to the ceiling and
began telling off the words on her fin
gers.
"Phone mother I can't find my purse
Did I forget it? Extremely happy.
Bushels of love to all. June."
Twenty minutes were all the callers
could spare. They drove down the
boulevard. A taxieab flashed by them,
but they did not notice it. Ned War
ner was In the taxi, and he was out
and up on the porch before the ma
chine had come to a full stop. John
Moore answered the bell, and he stood
its if petrified when he saw his son-in
law's expression.
"Have you heard from June?" husk
id Ned.
"Isn't she with you?" The voice of
Moore was strained and tense.
Mrs. Moor* came hurrying out, her
face ashen.
"Junie!" she cried. She ran down to
the taxi and peered in through the
open window. She came running back
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parts of the United States.
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Census of Unemployed
With a view to getting a line on
the number of unemployed men in
the United States, and to help them
if possible, the Department of Labor
HXRWBBtmO TELEGA
!' and caught Ned by the arm. "Where
Is my girl?"
"Then she Isn't heref gasped Ned.
"Coma Inside." John Moore's voice
had lost all Its color. He led the way
Into the library, "Now, what is all
(his about? Why are you here alone?'*
"I don't know, June Is somewhere
In New York. I was lu hopes you had
heard from her."
"We did! Bhe telegraphed to Iris
that she had lost her purse, iris left
here with it to mall it to June."
"Then that's where Nhe Is!" There
was relief lu Ned's voice.
"Hit down,'* said Moore. "Why are
you not with her?"
"I don't know." There was a choice
In Nod's voice. "She loft me on the
train—slipped away at B'arnvllle."
"She wouldn't do such a thing with
out good cause!" declared Mrs. Moore
with firm conviction.
"What hspponed?" This sharply
from Moore.
"1 don't understand. She told me she
' lost her purse. I gave her some moti
! cy, and she went to sleep with her
bead on my shoulder. I pillowed ber
I more comfortably on the seat by and
by and went into the smoker. I drop
ped In to look at her about every five
minutes, and when I came back after
we had passed Farnvllle she was gone.
She left the money on the seat. Here
It is." And be showed them the three
crumpled bills, one partly torn.
"How do you know she returned to
j New York?" demanded Moore.
"I saw her. I got off at the next sta-
I tlon aud telephoned. The station mas
; ter at Farnvllle reported that he saw
| her getting on ti down train. I took an
I express aud overhauled her as we came
Into the Grand Central station. I saw
her leave the station and get Into a
I taxi."
"You arc holding something back!"
Moore charged. "I want to know the
truth!"
"Yoy have all I can tell you," declar
! Ed Ned. He would not tell them about
j the black Vandyked man, and June
was Mrs. Warner now.
"Will you get your wraps, please.
Charlotte?" June's father finally said,
and rose. "We are going to Iris. I'll
order the car."
They were grim and silent as they
sped away.
While they rode the black Vandyked
man, in Sherry's, sat at the end of a
long table between a jovial host, with
a gray mustache and a ponderous man
with heavily lidded eyes and short
hair.
There were a dozen placed at the
table, and wine hissed at every plate,
but the others of the party, which in
cluded a half dozen vivacious and gay
■ ly gowned young women, were danc
| ing. The three men talked in low
| tones, their heads bent, together, and
! the black Vaudyked man was the
j most silent. Finally he began to talk
| and grew enthusiastic, aud presently
j he drew forth June's little gold watch.
I Then he flashed open the lid. All
| three men bent eagerly over it. They
i gazed upon the lovely features of the
runaway bride, their faces bent close
together. They clapped the black Van
dyked mau on the shoulder.
It was during this time that June
Warner, sitting quietly in a corner of
the library with Bobbie and Iris and
with her mother's purse still in her
hand, heard a familiar voice in the
vestibule.
"Daddy!" She dashed from her
chnir In a flash and went upstairs to
her room.
"Where's Junie?" Mrs. Moore had
pushed through ahead of the men.
John Moore walk«d straight to Bob
bie Bletheriug and shook an awe in
spiring finger at that young man.
"Where's my girl?" he demanded.
Bobbie slowly straightened.
"Well, she's here," be said. "What
of it?"
"I'll tell you what of it!" said Iris.
"June has decided not to see any of
you just yet, and she won't!"
"Iris," begged Mrs. Moore, "what
does It all mean?"
Iris took two letters from the mantel.
She gave one to Ned and one to Mrs.
%
IP' siPfPjwKßßf HE
"Why are you here alone?"
Moore. Her husband looked over her
thoulder. The letter was addressed to-
Dear Daddy and Mummy—l cannot ex
plain In a letter why I was compelled to
leave Ned. Some day I will make you
understand and forgive. Please be good
to dear Ned and love
YOUR LITTI.E JUNIE.
"Here's the man!" shouted Ned, his
voice full of sudden fury. lie held a
pair of gloves in one hand and a card
In the other. "These are June's Rloves.
They were lying on the table, and this
card was la them!"
"They're my gloves!" called Iris, but
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is distributing employment blanks. Jt
is proposed as far as possible to find
work for the unemployed
Blanks were received at the Harris
burg Post Office this week and will be
issued by Assistant Postmaster Sam
uel W. Fleming. Each applicant - must
tell his age, place of residence, and
trade, if any. He must also give in
formation regarding former positions
and to what class of work he is best
Nrl laughed at her. There was 110
mistaking those datuty, blue embroid
ered bita of white kid.
"Now, 111 tell you," went on Ned.
"This man, Gilbert Blye. whose name
I now know for the first time, was
with her from the moment she left mo
until she came here. He is a tall,
blnck Vandyked man, and at Farn
vllle he was seen assisting June on the
down train. I saw them myself
through the car window talking to
gether. I want to find Gilbert Blye!
Are you hiding him too?" And he
turned savagely on iris.
Bobble lounged forward. "That'll do,
Ned," he warned. "Iris, call June."
"Junle!" They heard Iris throwing
doora open and running through the
hou»e. calling June. Ned darted up the
•talra. but in the liall Iris met him
with a frightened face. "She is gone!"
They all searched for her then, but
there was no trace of her.
CHAPTER 111.
ITjrlnS. GILBERT BI,YB was in
IVII shrill voiced converse with a
I big green parrot, which, from
MJ length and sharpness of nose
and height of eye arches, might have
been a sister to lier. A maid announced
that some one had wanted to see Mr.
Blye, and, since he was not at home,
would Mr*. Blye care to say where
he was? 1-Ie came to New York on an
early train.
Mrs. Blye rose instantly. She sailed
straight into the hall and confronted
?~Vl '' ■' '"*»»
Mr». Gilbert Blye Waa In Bhrill Voice
Converse With a Big Green Parrot.
the five earnest visitors. "Did you say
Mr. Blye returned on an early train?"
"Yes"." Ned tried not to speak curtly.
"I saw him."
"I am Mrs. Blye. Is there anything
I can do for you?" The lady wan
studying the group with a shrewllka
penetration. Mrs. Blye began to wor
ry herself. Also she began to suspect.
That last was her specialty. "If you
will tell me the nature of your business
with Mr. Blye I may be able to locate
him."
"I want my daughter!" blurted out
John Moore, his lips squaring.
"Oh!" And Mrs. Blye's voice rose.
"Your daughter!" She glared at them
for a moment. "Will you please wait?' 1
she asked and sailed back through the
hall. They could hear her sharp voice
telephoning. She had called her hus
band's club, and they heard her ex
claim indignantly, "Where, Sherry's?"
She was back, blazing. She had her
hat in her hand. "He's at Sherry's!"
she shrilled.
An electric coupe stood at the door.
She slammed into that, turned on the
lights and rolled away with as much
vigor as was In the capacity of hei
machine. Bobbie's runabout darted
after her and passed her and then
came the limousine with Mr. and Mrs.
Moore and Ned.
Poor June! It had been hard for het
to leave those beloved voices down
there in the library, but she had made
up her mind very firmly that neither
she nor Ned could be happy if she was
always to feel that she was a chattel.
She ran back to the desk for Ned's
photograph, then stepped lightly out
on the tiny side porch, jumped down to
the little embankment and fled, as
light as thistledown, along the side of
the house and out at the little grocer's
gate.
Where now should she go? The
apartments, their home, /hers and
Ned's! She hurried up in that direc
tion, but at the first corner she stopped
for an instant and darted over toward
Broadway. She had realized three
things almost simultaneously first,
that they might come out of the Bletb
, ering house at any instant and see her;
I second, that she had no key and, third,
that. Ned might come there. It would
be the most likely place for him to go
in his loneliness.
In fond memory, stopping at the
first dark corner, she 'went over each
of the dear rooms, furnished just to
fit her and delight her—the white and
gold reception room, the white and
rose drawing room, the white and
black library, the white and blue bed.
room, the all white kitchen. She saw
Ned in every room and herself there.
Now flushed and happy she was ex
perimenting with the toy range, now
they were dining together all alone.
She was playfully feeding Ned, and
lie was seasoning the meal with stolen
kisses, walking clear around the ta
ble to get them. They were spending
an evening of blissful companionship
in the library.
She suddenly held her handkerchief
to her mouth to choke back a sob. On
Broadway she hailed a passing taxi.
• •••«•»
All was sparkling at. Sherry's, but
Gilbert Blye had taken small share in
1 the hilarity. He had risen to go when
fitted for. These blanks when filled
out will be sent to Washington.
LADIES' All) TO GIVE SUPPER
The Ladies' Aid Society of the Camp
Hill Methodist Church will hold a
conundrum supper at the home of Mrs.
Robert Hawbecker, Market street. Fri
day, February 12, between 5 and 9
o'clock.
FEBRUARY 6, 1915.
a black eyed young woman, the most
vivacious of lb© party, called bim to
task for bis evening of secret schem
ing. "You're up to some devilment,"
sbe charged, playfully tweaking his
beard. "Come and dance with me."
"Sorry, Tommy," he told her, with
that queer smile on his lips, "but I've
a previous engagement."
"She can wait," pouted the girl. Sbe
dragged Blye away from the table.
"Take my car, Gil!" called the gray
mustacbed host.
"Certainly," replied Blye, and the
three men exchanged a smile. "I'll
dance one round with Tommy; then
I'll go."
Before that round was over, howev
er, Gilbert Blye saw an apparition in
the doorway, and his face turned cold.
The apparition was a tall, angular wo
man with a long, high nose and high
arched brows, who was trying to bore
Gilbert Blye through and through with
a double eyed glare of burning feroci
ty. He hurried over to his wife. She
had shrilled:
"Who is that woman?" One lean,
long finger pointed accusingly at the
vivacious black eyed girl witli whom
Gil had been dancing.
"I shall explain nothing," said Gil
bert. "I'm through:"
He left her contemptuously, leaving
her stunned by this unexpected revolt.
As he went down the steps he heard
her shrieking something after him, and
he hurried. As he dashed out of the
door he ran into a group who were
coming In. They were the Moores, the
Bletherings and Ned Warner, and he
was upon them and past Hiiein and
jumping into the luxuriously furnished
racing limousine, with the little watch
in his hand, before they realized that
this was the man they were seeking.
"There he goes!" cried Ned. "The
scoundrel!"
Blye, moving rapidly away, saw the
confusion and blamed his wife for the
scene, for now she was in the lead
of the excited group, which was rush
ing toward him.
The house o* the Moores at Bryn
port was dark when June arrived, the
dear old house. It stood back amid
the dim trees, with a dignity and
beauty which she had never before
thoroughly appreciated, and at the
gate she hesitated as if, with no one
to welcome her, she had no right here.
There was a welcome, though, and a
joyous one, a loud, hearty one, a se
ries of delighted barks from her dog
Bouncer.
The hole through which he usn. ,y
emerged had been found and closed,
but he wasted no time on that. He
merely came through the window,
bringing a part of the sash with him,
and here he was running circles
around her, leaping at her, crouching,
barking at the top of bis voice, doing
everything In his power to show her
that she was a welcome visitor at this
place and in his heart at any hour of
the night or day.
He had known her very presence
from far back in the shed.
It was the work of a minute for June
to clamber through an unlocked kitch
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en window and to rush upstairs, get
her maid, Marie, seize several gar
ments and drag with her the astound
ed servant.
"Miss June! Miss June!" cried Aunt
Debb.v, out of breath from running,
but June only waved a hand at her as
the taxi swept out of the drive.
A limousine had stopped In front of
the house, and a black Vandyked man
had alighted.
"Miss Moore!'' he called, but June's
taxi rattled on. He jumped in his
own car and gave the word and start
ed in swift pursuit.
The two machines were still In sight
when the runabout of Bobble and Iris
dashed around the circle.
"Is June here?" called Iris.
"Lawdy, no!" puffed Aunt Debby.
"Dat's her goin' yonder!"
The runabout was gone with a whiz,
and immediately after came the family
limousine.
"Is June here?" called all three of
the occupants at once.
"She's just done gone! The gentle
man with black whiskers has Just
done gone! Mr. Bobbie and Miss Iris
has just done gone! Whooh!"
Around the corner there rolled an
■ electric coupe. It was brilliantly light
ed. and in it sat an angular woman
with a high, long nose and high arched
brows, beneath which glittered two
sharp eyes.
"Say!" shrilled the occupant of the
electric.
Aunt Debby, her broad hand on ber
stomach, pointed down the road.
KRIK WANTS F. A. M. MEET
Erie, Pa., is the latest city to make
a bid for the 1915 annual convention
of the Federation of American Motor
cyclists. Boosters of Erie believe that
the East Is entitled to this year's meet,
since most of the recent assemblies
have oeen held in the Middle West.
If the convention goes to Erie, they
propose to try to have motorcycle road
races substituted for the usual track
events.
.REASONS GIVEN FOB
i DOWNFALL CF BOVS
Inmates of Huntingdon Reforma
tory Talk of Causes Leading
to Their Imprisonment
Huntingdon, Pa., Feb. 6.—lt is in
teresting to learn to what causes the
959 inmates admitted to Pennsylva
nia Industrial Reformatory here dur
ing 1913-14 attribute their downfall,
as shown by the biennial report of
Superintendent T. B. Patton, issued
to-day. There are many other statis
tics of general interest in the report,
which shows the State penal institu
tion had a most successful record for
the two years just ended.
Of the 959 inmates, 578 blamed
bad association as the cause of thtir
crimes: 195 offered no excuse what
ever; 86 blamed intemperance: 55 said
lack of employment was responsible;
39 flatly denied their nuilt, 5 attri
buted their waywardness to home en
jvlronment, and 1 inmate lamented the
fact that he had read bad literature, of
the "Nick Carter" type. There were
fifty different kinds of crime charged
against the inmates, whoso ages aver
aged 19.13 years.
The board of manager of the Re
formatory, in their report, call atten
tion to the urgent need of legislation
concerning the disposition of articles
made in the various industrial depart
ments of the instutiton. The board
points out that many of the products
of the inmates' skilled labor could be
and should be utilized by other de
partments of the State, as is done in
many other States. As it is, all ar
ticles, manufactured, designed, carv
ed. moulded, etc., are destroyed at
their completion, with dire waste.
This, too, in a sense, is disheartening
to the inmates.
The inventory returned to the prop
erty commission of Pennsylvania, cov
ering the property owned "by the State
at the Reformatory, consisting of land,
buildings, personal property and sup
plies. amounted to $1,24 6,706.04.
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Runaway
June
IN
Motion Pictures
AT
The Royal
Third Street Above Cumberland
Two reels comprising the
I FIRST EPISODE
■
j Monday Feb. Bth
| Every Monday thereafter
for 15 weeks
Admission 10c; Children 5c
<r \
SEE
■WAY
JUNE
I
In Motion Pictures at
THE
VICTORIA
All Star Cast
Every Monday for fifteen
weeks —the story by
George Randolph Chester
Love, Mystery, Adventure,
Dollars
For the benefit of our pa
trons who were unable to see
the first episode last Monday,
both the first and second in
stallments will be shown on
Monday, February 8
Norma Phillips
Former Mutual Girl
in the role of
"Runaway
June"
Admission ... 10c
Children 5c